One of the best parts of living on the Alameda estuary is the ability to bicycle down to see Port of Oakland tugboats moored along an old WWII pier, waiting for the container ships to come in so they can hustle them around the turning basin. I rode down to that spot looking to say hello to my friend Hal, who captains one of the tugs. As I basked in the warm sun (worrisome for Feb), I noticed this enormous pile of rusty chains used by the tugs; maybe these had reached retirement age (Hal told me what they were and hell, I have plenty of rusty bits too). They had all these wonderful orangey, burnt-cinnamon colors, highlighted by the afternoon sun. They are massive. Doubt I could even lift one link. They made for a very arty arrangement, rusting away and loosely graced with fraying lines. These scenes are what I love about my Alameda life.
7.5″ x 7.5″ watercolor, pen on paper = $75